Chapter 8 Mateo
Chapter eight
Mateo
I couldn’t stop thinking about that night with Jake.
Every time I saw him, my brain was flooded with the memories of the way he tasted and the weight of his cock on my tongue.
I wanted a repeat performance, but I knew why we couldn’t until the next time his daughter was gone.
I had to make do with the memories of that night and my hand, which was good.
When I mentioned it to him one night, he sent me something to help make the wait more bearable.
A video of him stroking his cock, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft and his thumb moving over the slit. I heard him moan through the speakers, and my own dick responded. I replayed the video twice before deciding it wasn’t enough.
I hit the video call button and settled in on my bed.
He answered, still shirtless like he’d been in the video.
“Need something?” he asked. His voice was deeper, reminding me of the way he sounded the weekend before when he’d been aroused.
“You,” I answered. “Someone sent me a video that made me want a little more.”
He grinned and leaned back, angling the camera down so I could see his erection. His hand was still wrapped lazily around the shaft. “Then my plan worked.”
“Oh, so you planned this?”
“What can I say? I’ve been thinking about you since you left. Then you looked really hot after Emerson’s class tonight, and…” He trailed off, and I watched the muscles in his arm as he stroked himself again. “Well, you can see my predicament.”
“I’d love to see a little more of it.”
He changed the angle of his phone to give me a better view of his cock. I watched hungrily as he moved his hand over himself. “You know, I’m starting to feel a bit objectified,” he pointed out after a few moments. His hand stilled. “I want to see you, too.”
He didn’t have to ask me twice. I put my phone down on the bed and took my pants off.
When I picked up the phone again, I tried to angle it well enough so that he could see everything.
Unfortunately, it made touching myself harder than I thought it would.
“Give me a moment,” I muttered. I left the phone on my bed, him staring at my ceiling.
I heard his laughter through my phone speakers.
I looked around my room for a few books and stacked them on my nightstand.
Then, I propped my phone against them and positioned myself to where I was in the frame.
His laughter faded away. “Holy shit,” he groaned. “You look… God, I wish you were here.”
I trailed my fingers down my chest, stopping to tweak my nipples, before I began to stroke myself. I kept my eyes trained on him, trying to match my pace to his. “This feels so good,” I groaned out.
“Feels better when it’s you,” he whispered. “Wish it were your hand. You have such amazing hands.” His hand sped up on his cock. “Hell, wish I were touching you right now. You’re so hot.”
“Not as hot as you.” I sped up my hand to match his pace. “If I were there right now, I’d be doing a lot more than jacking you off.”
“What would you be doing?”
“First, I would start by stroking you. I’d thumb over your slit, and I’d collect that little bead of precum that you’ve got and taste it.
” He thumbed at the precum and brought it to his mouth.
“You taste so good. Then after I had a taste, I wouldn’t be able to resist. I’d start with your dick.
At first.” His hand sped up. “You like that idea, don’t you? ”
“Yeah,” he exhaled. His breath was already getting ragged. I wondered how long he’d been teasing himself before he sent me the video. “I keep thinking about the way your mouth felt the other night. I’ve gotten off thinking about it every night.”
That was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. “So have I,” I admitted, “but I haven’t stopped at sucking you off.”
“What else have you been imagining?”
I started walking him through my fantasies as I jacked myself off.
It was simple. I wanted to suck his dick until he was close, and then I wanted to eat his ass.
I wanted to get him prepared, see how many fingers he could take before he began to beg for more.
When I told him that, he grabbed a small bottle of lube.
I wished I had a better angle to see what he was doing.
His hand slipped behind his dick, and I heard the gasp he made as he slid a finger into his hole.
I wanted to hear that sound up close and personal, feel his hot breath against my ear when I breached him for the first time.
By the time I got to the main part of the fantasy, fucking him into the mattress, he was incoherent.
I was barely able to get the rest of my fantasy out.
I could feel my orgasm building as I talked him through the rest of the fantasy. “I’d wrap my hands around your body, and I’d knock your hands away from your cock. Then, I’d stroke you through as you came.”
The idea of him cumming on my cock had me exploding. My release sprayed over my chest, hot on my skin. The sight seemed to send him over the edge. The image of his chest covered in cum was one I knew I’d have seared in my memory forever. I picked up my phone as I collapsed back on my bed.
“That was…”
“Wow,” he exhaled, finishing my sentence for me. “You have a way with words, Mat.”
“What can I say?” I teased, my breath still coming out unevenly. “I was inspired. You’re… Damn, you’re amazing. I can’t wait until next Friday night.”
“I thought our date was Saturday?”
“Come over after the event,” I exhaled. “I don’t think I can last one more night without touching you.”
Jake’s answering smile told me that he felt the same. We talked a little longer before we got off the phone. I was still thinking about him, about our video call and the way my body reacted to him, when I got in the shower and went to bed.
The next week and a half passed the same way as the first few days. Jake and I got off together a few more times, but mostly, we spent our time working on the event.
By the time the event day rolled around, I was ready for it.
I was also ready for what came after. Jake and I had a full weekend planned.
We would do a wrap up of the event at his place, and I’d stay the night.
Saturday, we were going Christmas shopping for Emerson and grabbing dinner.
I’d begged my friends for dinner suggestions for a first date and suffered their teasing when I wouldn’t tell them who my mystery date was.
I didn’t want to jinx it, but the look on Sophia’s face told me that she knew exactly who I was seeing.
After all, she’d been the only one to see us together.
I got to the dojo early on Friday. People had been bringing by their donations all week, and I had to get them out of the storage room. Jake showed up two hours before the event, and I took a moment in the storage room to steal a few kisses. No one else was there yet, and I couldn’t help myself.
It had been too long since I’d actually gotten to kiss him.
I would have gotten lost in the kiss if he hadn’t pulled away and reminded me that people would be showing up soon.
We were still putting everything out when Sophia and our other sensei, Ben, showed up.
Sophia gave me a look, and I knew immediately that she knew.
She confirmed it for me when we went to set up games in the main dojo for the kids to play. “So… you and Jake?”
“You picked up on that?”
“Dude, anyone who hasn’t picked up on the fuck me vibes between you two is clueless,” she laughed. I shushed her and looked over my shoulder. I didn’t want Jake thinking I was bragging to my friends about him when he wasn’t ready for this to be public. “So, is it just physical?”
“No.” I could feel the goofy grin on my face without looking at the wall of mirrors.
“It’s more than that. I like him. He’s…” I trailed off, trying to think of how to verbalize the way I felt about Jake.
I grabbed a stack of sparring pads from the shelf.
“He threw himself into this project. It was all his ideas, you know? He heard that I was struggling, and he found a way to fix it. No one has ever done that before.”
“Because you never say that you need help,” she pointed out.
“It’s not just this that he throws himself into. He throws himself into everything. His day job, his relationship with his daughter? He gives everything that he has, and he’s really good at everything he tries. It’s really hot.”
“Competency kink. Always knew you had one of those.”
I flipped her off as I laid out the sparring pads for one of the kids’ favorite games.
“He also calls me every night and texts me all the time. I can count on him. He’s really sweet and smart.
He listens to me, and I feel like I can be myself around him.
I don’t have to be the one that’s always in control, but he lets me be in control when I feel like I need to be.
A lot of the older guys I’ve talked to in the past had issues with the whole letting me be in control part. ”
Sophia laughed. “You’re a smitten kitten.”
“Shut up!” I grabbed a few other things from the shelf and started preparing other games. “He’s just amazing.”
“And you’re going on the date tomorrow?”
“We’re hanging out after we’re done here,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck.
I was prepared for her to tell me that this was a terrible idea.
I was ready for her to point out all of the reasons we shouldn’t do this, reasons that I already knew.
Instead, she just smiled and pulled me into a tight hug.
“I’m happy for you,” she gushed. “He seems like a good guy, and you deserve someone who sees you.”
“He does.”
“Parents should be here in fifteen minutes,” Jake called out.
I pulled away from Sophia and groaned. There was still so much left to get done. The time for heart-to-hearts with my best friend was over. It was time to focus on my dojo now.
The event was loud.
It felt like every student at the dojo had come, and a lot of them had brought friends.
Emerson came with her mom, and I watched the way Becca and Jake interacted.
They chatted like friends, and I noticed that Jake seemed friendly with the guy she brought with him, too.
I watched the way Emerson glowed as she bounced around the three adults and then laughed as she dragged me to meet her mommy’s boyfriend.
All the other children were dragging me around, too, introducing me to the parents and friends they’d brought who didn’t usually come to class.
I caught Jake’s smile a few times. He mostly helped with the silent auction while I stayed in the other room with the kids.
By the time the event was over, the children were tired, and the parents were happy.
I watched as kids left with their adults, including Emerson with her mom. When the last kid left, I collapsed in the chair behind the desk. Sophia and Jake, the only two people left in the dojo, laughed. “I think we should do something like this every month,” I declared.
“Are you insane?” Sophia exploded. “You worked your ass off on this. And do you really think everyone’s going to show up for another auction in a week?”
“She has a point.”
“I meant the kids part. A parent’s night out where they pay a cover fee. We feed the kids cheap pizza and play games, and the parents have a night off. Then, they pick up happy, tired children, and we have more money to pad the bank account.”
Jake looked thoughtful for a moment. “As a parent, I think that’s a great idea.”
He sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk.
I felt his foot nudge mine and smiled softly.
“You two aren’t subtle,” Sophia groaned.
Jake’s eyes widened in alarm. I reached out and smacked Sophia’s arm.
She didn’t look at all bothered by my reaction.
“What? You’re not.” She looked at Jake again and sighed.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to say anything to anyone until you two do. ”
Jake visibly relaxed. “As I was saying, as a parent, I think that’s a great idea. I also worry the novelty will wear off pretty quick for the kids if you do it too often.”
“Every other month?” I questioned.
“That sounds more realistic.”
“Sounds better from an employee standpoint, too,” Sophia piped up. “Figure it out and let me know. I’m going to get going. I have plans tonight.”
She winked at me, and I wanted to smack her again.
Because the insinuation behind that wink was clear. She knew we had plans that night too.